| Song | God Machine |
| Artist | Acid Bath |
| Album | When The Kite String Pops |
| 作词 : Duet, Kyle, Pitre, Riggs ... | |
| Strapped into the chair the needle now descends | |
| As they lick their cracking lips their twitching never ends | |
| Blood beneath their fingernails, swallow all my pain | |
| Dirty needles break the skin now suck hard as | |
| I drainSunken eye, a twisted spine a whiter shade of pale | |
| Rockabilly man come to pound the coffin nails | |
| Inject my stomach full of cockroach eggs | |
| Their machine is coming carried on a million legs | |
| Walking in the sleep of reason | |
| Winter is the forever season | |
| Lick thy mother's bleeding lips> | |
| From this glass of hate we sip | |
| **** the glass we pump the keg | |
| Kill conception at the egg | |
| Her chin is wet with someone's hate | |
| Love, disfigure, amputate | |
| Can you remember how it felt to be alive? | |
| Your god machine is cold and dead your eyes they cannot cry | |
| **** your deities of dying love | |
| We have shot them down from the skies above | |
| Screaming convulsing my eyes are bleeding | |
| Be silent now and take you beating | |
| I wonder how long you would live | |
| With a bullet in your gut | |
| I wonder how much shit you'd talk | |
| If your throat was cut | |
| I wonder that you'd sound like begging me | |
| To let you breath | |
| I wonder how much pain it would take | |
| To make you all believe |
| zuò cí : Duet, Kyle, Pitre, Riggs ... | |
| Strapped into the chair the needle now descends | |
| As they lick their cracking lips their twitching never ends | |
| Blood beneath their fingernails, swallow all my pain | |
| Dirty needles break the skin now suck hard as | |
| I drainSunken eye, a twisted spine a whiter shade of pale | |
| Rockabilly man come to pound the coffin nails | |
| Inject my stomach full of cockroach eggs | |
| Their machine is coming carried on a million legs | |
| Walking in the sleep of reason | |
| Winter is the forever season | |
| Lick thy mother' s bleeding lips | |
| From this glass of hate we sip | |
| the glass we pump the keg | |
| Kill conception at the egg | |
| Her chin is wet with someone' s hate | |
| Love, disfigure, amputate | |
| Can you remember how it felt to be alive? | |
| Your god machine is cold and dead your eyes they cannot cry | |
| your deities of dying love | |
| We have shot them down from the skies above | |
| Screaming convulsing my eyes are bleeding | |
| Be silent now and take you beating | |
| I wonder how long you would live | |
| With a bullet in your gut | |
| I wonder how much shit you' d talk | |
| If your throat was cut | |
| I wonder that you' d sound like begging me | |
| To let you breath | |
| I wonder how much pain it would take | |
| To make you all believe |